*SUMMER AIR* (END OF SUMMER BLUES)
Sitting alone.
The only sound that penetrates my eardrum is the soft hum of the fridgedaire.
It reminds me of the summer air.
Sipping lemonade, layig back in the shade.
Watching this guy go by thinking he's all that and then some.
Wondering how long would it take for him to make me cum.
I begin to fantasize, about him between my thighs, feeling and touching me. Making sweet love to me.
Looking me in my eyes, the way he kisses makes my bloodpressure rise.
Suddenly I feel the pressure. There's no need for an usher.
He's found his way.
Deep inside I wish he'd stay.
A push A thrust.
DO this again I think we must.
We moan we groan.
Ring ring goes the phone.
Don't answer. We're almost there.
He begins to run his fingers through-My-Hair.
In and out round and round don't stop now we've reached our point.
I must say you are the joint.
Come back tomorrow we can do it again.
No need to ask, just come on in...
*SUMMER AIR*
